I biffed it. Flew through the air Superman fashion and hit the very frozen ground. Hard. Really really hard.
I got up.
I kept going.
This is either a sign that I should hang up running forever or that I am tough enough to call myself a runner. I am choosing the later statement.
Now I must tend to my bleeding knee, bruised hip, and wrist that could possibly be broken (I am typing one handed).
30 minutes. Week one, Day one, Couch to 5K.